Chapter 17 – Vale
THERE’S A MONSTER INSIDE
VALE
When I open my eyes, he’s the first thing I see.
His chest rises and falls with deep breaths.
His eyes are dark, clouded by the shadows inside him, but I’ve never seen a man so gorgeous.
“Do you see everything?” I ask. As much as I hate it that I can’t hide from him, there’s also a small part of me that wants him to see the real me.
Oliver doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. Only watches me with those lascivious, black eyes.
I want him to tell me what’s happening between us because I know this isn’t just a crush.
This has to be something else. He can make excuses and keep denying it if he wants, but I know the truth, he’s the man who's going to take my virginity. It has to be him. I feel it in my soul. All this time, I’ve had an Oliver-size gap inside me and the only time I’ve ever felt close to being whole has been in his arms. He’s mine.
“Vale,” he growls. “I will remember this night always. I want to keep it.”
I smile at his strange words. “I want you to keep it. I want you to remember me.” It’s sad, this feeling of knowing he’s mine, yet knowing he can’t be. Every moment with him is bittersweet because I know it might be the last.
I stretch my legs, and he looks down where his hand is still in my panties.
Then he does one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen, he leans down and presses his nose against the seam of my jeans, between my legs.
His eyes flutter closed as he inhales deeply, a growl escaping that makes me even more wet.
Then he looks up at me with those alien-black eyes.
He places a kiss at the seam, and it makes goosebumps break out across my skin.
He opens his mouth, flashing those overly pronounced canines, and looks every bit of a sexy vampire.
His tongue appears, and he flattens it against my jeans, licking up over the seam.
He makes it to where his hand is still sitting inside my panties.
I hold my breath when he pulls his fingers out. I see a sheen of wetness over his fingers, shining in the starlight, before he takes them into his mouth. A sound flees from his throat, a devastating whimper, and I reach for him.
“Oliver,” I whisper as we stare into each other’s eyes, neither of us able to look away. He’s still sucking on his fingers, getting every single drop of me off him. Why is that so hot?
When he removes his fingers from his mouth, he rushes up my body. He moves like a supernatural stalker, so fast I can’t keep up with him. He presses his hips against mine, grinding his body against me and reminding me of my dream.
He’s losing himself. “Oliver,” I say his name, hoping he wakes up. I die in that dream. I don’t want to die yet.
He’s at my throat a moment later as his hips continue to grind against me, over and over.
I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t stop.
I’m going to tell him to fuck me, and he will.
But he’d told me this isn’t the night. Oliver bites my bottom lip, his eyes like something out of a horror movie.
He doesn’t look human right now. Why is he so different?
I wrap my arms around him as he growls deep in his throat. My hips jerk against his. I’m so wet, so empty that it’s hard to let him continue thrusting against me without begging him to fill me up. I’m dying.
“Oliver, please,” I moan. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
His breath stutters from his lungs. “Need to make you mine.”
I smile against his teeth. “No need to make me yours when I already am.”
“Tell me again. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands against my mouth.
“Oliver, I’m yours. My body, my virginity, it’s yours if you want it, only yours.”
My words make him gasp, and he jerks away, disappearing into the shadows.
I understand. I’ve felt like hiding from him so many times since I’ve met him.
I lose him in the darkness, so I stand up and button my pants, then pull my shirt down.
This doesn’t feel right. It feels like a trap, yet I can’t let him go.
He won’t let me hide, and I refuse to let him.
I make it back to the Jeep when I feel him at my back. He pushes me up against the driver’s side door.
“I’m sorry, Vale. Give me a moment. I’m not in control right now.”
“You don’t scare me.” It’s the truth. The only fear I have is of him breaking my heart when it’s over.
“You should be scared.” His palms slide up over my ribs and he cups my breasts in both large hands. “If you knew the things I wanted to do to this body of yours, you’d run away from me.” His hands squeeze tighter, to the point of pain, and I try my best not to react.
“Tell me. I want to know.” I grab his hands in mine, pressing them harder into my sensitive flesh.
He frees one of my breasts, then grabs my hair, pulling my head back.
“I want to rip your clothes off. I want to throw you down into the dirt.
I want to bend you over on your hands and knees.
Then I want to force my cock into that too tight, virginal cunt.
I want to make it hurt, make that pussy bleed for me.
I want you to remember every single second of the pain before I make you come.
“You won’t be able to tell where you start and I end.
I’ll be inside you so long, you'll beg me to pull out, but I won’t.
Do you understand that? I won’t. I’ll take you over and over again.
This body is too innocent, too unused for me to do these things to you.
I’ll hurt you so fucking bad. I’ll revel in those screams. I’ll make you enjoy it. Don’t you get it, I’ll ruin you.”
He paints a sensual picture of pain and yet my heart beats faster with desire. I get dizzy with it. I don’t care if it hurts. It’s going to hurt anyway because he’s going to break my heart after.
“Don’t have anything to say to that?”
I can tell he’s smirking. He thinks he won by scaring me away. Shows how little he knows.
I shake my head as his grasp in my hair grows tighter. “I think you want to scare me away because you don’t trust yourself to leave me the way you found me. Well, guess what? From the moment I met you, I was changed. It’s too late. I’ll never be that girl you first met, never again.”
Oliver jerks away at my words, letting my hair go. I don’t turn back to look at him. I think we both know what’s going to happen between us. “We need to go,” he says, his voice so deep and menacing. “Don’t argue with me.”
For some reason, I don’t argue. I don’t speak a word as he walks away. He packs up my telescope while I stand there like an idiot, unable to move one foot in front of the other. I’m forever changed, no matter what he thinks.
He feels like fate. I don’t think either one of us has a choice.
I stay quiet as I get into the passenger side after he brings my stuff back to the car, sitting it in the back seat behind me.
I don’t say a word when he gets in. I don’t say a word when he starts the car.
I don’t say anything because I’m done talking and so is Oliver.